The last time I stopped to gas up my 911, two 20 something guys approached me and asked it they could take photos. I had owned the car longer than they had been alive, and I showed them the engine, and the interior, talked about my track stickers, and had a pleasant chat. One said that a 911 Turbo was the poster on his wall growing up.
Everywhere I go chicks like this show up and ask all about the car. I just tell them I am married! And yes, that is my car. I was asked by the dealership to bring it to a big shindig for the introduction of the new 992.